Spirit of the Fruit
Spirit of the Fruit
Do you deem yourself righteous?
Do you deem yourself true?
Are you a strong patriot,
For the Red, White, and Blue?
We see their injustice,
We know what they do.
They tear at the fabric,
Of Red White and Blue.
Are you so complacent,
You let their lies through,
As they lust for their power,
Nepotistic deed stew?
Shame, shame to you Christians,
Do you deem yourself righteous?
Do you deem yourself true?
Are you a strong patriot,
For the Red, White, and Blue?
We see their injustice,
We know what they do.
They tear at the fabric,
Of Red White and Blue.
Are you so complacent,
You let their lies through,
As they lust for their power,
Nepotistic deed stew?
Shame, shame to you Christians,
Claiming life while you brew,
In a caustic hypocrisy,
That's not at all new.
It's true that I'm angry,
With your nasty snafu,
As you boast and you claim,
That you know what is true.
Your "Fruits of the Spirit"
Have undone your soul glue,
For those who have read,
Know quite well what you do.
You point at your enemy,
While you don't see your deed.
You're willing to kill,
But you can't see their need.
Perspective will threat you,
As you hear our souls plead.
You think we're not heard?
You don't know "Sacred Seed."
Our Lord gave the tools,
To see through masquerades,
We know false is false,
and charades are charades.
You are false Condi Rice,
As you claim to want peace,
Your deeds reveal clear,
Your intent is to fleece.
911's on you and you know that it's true.
You're an assault on our love
for the Red, White, and Blue.
And Dick, I must wonder,
Do you have a soul?
I think not, for your deeds
Show that power's your goal.
Rumsfield, I must say,
That you are a putz.
For your deeds reveal true
You're a war monger clutz.
I need not detail,
The "Boy's Club" corruption,
For their deeds are quite bare,
A career interruption.
So remember a good tree bears good,
bad is bad.
And time reveals truth,
That is sad, oh so sad.
Think this, as Bush says, "Take liberty!"
"Your freedom's at stake!"
"Trust me and Condi!"
No thank you, for I know the cost to be free.
Your deeds reveal naught,
But a false prophesy.
So Dick, Bush, Rumsfield,
and Condi Sleezy,
Your deeds reveal plenty for
Seekers to see.
Though you may have had fun,
in your attempt to pursue,
You will never undo the true
Red, White, and Blue.
By D. Gianola
09/21/2007
In a caustic hypocrisy,
That's not at all new.
It's true that I'm angry,
With your nasty snafu,
As you boast and you claim,
That you know what is true.
Your "Fruits of the Spirit"
Have undone your soul glue,
For those who have read,
Know quite well what you do.
You point at your enemy,
While you don't see your deed.
You're willing to kill,
But you can't see their need.
Perspective will threat you,
As you hear our souls plead.
You think we're not heard?
You don't know "Sacred Seed."
Our Lord gave the tools,
To see through masquerades,
We know false is false,
and charades are charades.
You are false Condi Rice,
As you claim to want peace,
Your deeds reveal clear,
Your intent is to fleece.
911's on you and you know that it's true.
You're an assault on our love
for the Red, White, and Blue.
And Dick, I must wonder,
Do you have a soul?
I think not, for your deeds
Show that power's your goal.
Rumsfield, I must say,
That you are a putz.
For your deeds reveal true
You're a war monger clutz.
I need not detail,
The "Boy's Club" corruption,
For their deeds are quite bare,
A career interruption.
So remember a good tree bears good,
bad is bad.
And time reveals truth,
That is sad, oh so sad.
Think this, as Bush says, "Take liberty!"
"Your freedom's at stake!"
"Trust me and Condi!"
No thank you, for I know the cost to be free.
Your deeds reveal naught,
But a false prophesy.
So Dick, Bush, Rumsfield,
and Condi Sleezy,
Your deeds reveal plenty for
Seekers to see.
Though you may have had fun,
in your attempt to pursue,
You will never undo the true
Red, White, and Blue.
By D. Gianola
09/21/2007

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